Post by Zerstorung on Jul 18, 2005 20:22:14 GMT -5
Name: Fenrir DeathBringer
Age:
Weapons:Large flail, bladed whip, longsword
Species:wolf
Gender:male
Physical description: large, fur colored white, with a symbol on his forehead, painted in blood, and bright yellow eyes, blackish armor, his longsword stained blackish-red from the blood of numerous killings, and is a full head taller than most wolverines
Personality: He is full of anger, hatred, and scorns everybeast he meets. He could care less about wealth. He likes the rain, snow, and thunderstorms. He likes to be alone, and is almost never calm except when out in the wild by himself.
History: Fenrir was born far to the north of the Mossflower region. He used to be a kind and generous beast, but on a dark night with a red full moon, evewrything changed. An extremely venemous snake (a timber rattlere, to be exact) had come to his home and tried to kill him for food. They had a long and fearsome battle, but Fenrir, in the end, prevailed. He took his family's sword and ran the snake through, but before it died, it bit Fenrir at the back of the neck in an attempt to kill him, as well. Fenrir almost did die, and he sometimes thinks it would have been better if he had. Some woodlanders found him in a comatose state and took him in to their home. About a month later, on a night with another red full moon, he awoke. The woodlanders greeted him cheerfully, but the snake's venom had altered his mind. He slowly became grouchy and irritable. Then, he became extremely short-tempered. Then, it happened. He lost all conscious thought, all care of remorse, all sense of right and wrong, and all sense of good and evil. He went beserk and killed them all. Since that time, he has wandered aimlessly, seeking no determined thing, and has (Quite literally!) developed an almost unsatisfyable taste for blood.
Age:
Weapons:Large flail, bladed whip, longsword
Species:wolf
Gender:male
Physical description: large, fur colored white, with a symbol on his forehead, painted in blood, and bright yellow eyes, blackish armor, his longsword stained blackish-red from the blood of numerous killings, and is a full head taller than most wolverines
Personality: He is full of anger, hatred, and scorns everybeast he meets. He could care less about wealth. He likes the rain, snow, and thunderstorms. He likes to be alone, and is almost never calm except when out in the wild by himself.
History: Fenrir was born far to the north of the Mossflower region. He used to be a kind and generous beast, but on a dark night with a red full moon, evewrything changed. An extremely venemous snake (a timber rattlere, to be exact) had come to his home and tried to kill him for food. They had a long and fearsome battle, but Fenrir, in the end, prevailed. He took his family's sword and ran the snake through, but before it died, it bit Fenrir at the back of the neck in an attempt to kill him, as well. Fenrir almost did die, and he sometimes thinks it would have been better if he had. Some woodlanders found him in a comatose state and took him in to their home. About a month later, on a night with another red full moon, he awoke. The woodlanders greeted him cheerfully, but the snake's venom had altered his mind. He slowly became grouchy and irritable. Then, he became extremely short-tempered. Then, it happened. He lost all conscious thought, all care of remorse, all sense of right and wrong, and all sense of good and evil. He went beserk and killed them all. Since that time, he has wandered aimlessly, seeking no determined thing, and has (Quite literally!) developed an almost unsatisfyable taste for blood.